"THANK THE GODS YOU'RE HERE!" The party members look at each other suspiciously. A fat human in well-tailored, yet common thread, clothing waddles up to your party. "You're kingsmen, right," he asks, pointing at the royal barding on your horses. "You must help! We are beset by giants! And leal servants!" "You are beset by leal servants," asks the party wise man. "We are just passing through..." "And who are you, sire," interrupts the party leader. The fat man looks startled, then he composes himself. "Me!? I am the major of this village! Cannot you...look, it's not important. Look!" He points nervously down the road. You hear a cracking, crashing sound from far off, and the major points toward the road ahead, with houses on either side. From somewhere atop the hill on the left side, debris comes rolling down into the road. Then a door. A patch of roofing. A wheel. And finally, with a heavy thud, a dead cow. The major turns back to you, hands out. "I beg! In the name of the king!" "This is going to cause a significant delay," says the party burglar. "I hope these giants carry gold," he says, picking at his dagger's point.
